Change


We all try to cling onto a memory in time,
That we do not wish to let go;
But in the end all our memories change.
They evolve or fade as does their face
And if we wish to once more hold,
On to a moment in our past,
We will forever remember a bad day.


But if all things change during the course of our lives,
Then surely so must we.
There is no true time healer.
With age we grow wiser, as we are growing weaker in our minds.
As our brain in youth was getting stronger with every experience,
We are now only sinking deeper.


We look into ourselves in search of what we need,
But we are forever blind to knowing all knowledge.
So a place of peace is all we can hope to seek.
A happy medium tells us a story,
Of how we can bring our lives into balance.
So we search the mountain tops and the valleys below.
We search into the deepest caverns,
On the darkest of nights, in search of a new home.


All that ever was could become once more
And all that which is now, is still, still.
A moment of enlightenment,
A sight for sore eyes.
We will find what we need to find in our own time.
Is it time to change your destiny…or is it time to change your life?


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

"sweet agony
of 'spoken
for' scored
in the palm
of your hands;
mount of
mercury
harbingers
to traces
of us."
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Bright child of the Tarot, a new age awaits you –

but not through the mazes you’re wandering in.

Your gypsy desire and clairvoyant excursions

are setting your beautiful brain all a-spin.

The dog at the precipice barks out a warning:

the FOOL, the MAGICIAN and PRIESTESS are wrong

Pay no heed to their signs and the omens around you –

let faith be your shield when the DEVIL seems strong.

JUSTICE, as blind as the HERMIT is *****,

has seen that our TOWER is stricken and doomed.

The SUN, MOON and STARS in their orbits bear witness

as LOVERS  in ******* to DEATH are consumed…

Egypt can’t help you – the CHARIOT‘s  stalled

While the TEMPERANCE angel was mixing the drinks.

The EMPRESS (a tedious feminist) preaches

an upside down future, the HANGED MAN thinks…

Though the WHEEL almost crushes you turning this way

And the staff of correction has battered you hard

I am sure you will make it, if only you pray

to the sovereign elector who holds every card

for a ray of redemption to light up your way.

Let the major arcana now bow and acknowledge

as  JUDGMENT is sounded and shatters the sky

that righteous and just is the blessed Redeemer

who loves every lunatic card-addled dreamer

like you and like me. Therefore hear as I cry

that the WORLD in its fulness can’t harbor His love –

nor the heavens within nor without nor above…

May the HIEROPHANT‘s dynasty wither away

and the EMPEROR‘s  scepter be broken to shards

as the breath of God’s Spirit comes into our world

to reveal the true STRENGTH of your house made of cards.